It is almost finished, this burial-- years of dirt and doubt heaped over dreams, suffocating hope, sealed off, sealed down, sealed away

But there is still a crack, the gap not quite closed

Stay-- stay in the dark, exhale the dust to become dust, forget, cease, never be known, never to have known

Go-- go to the light, gasp the cold air to pierce or be pierced, be uncovered, be alone, find all that can be known

One eye closed one eye open

To shut the other or to open both

In only a moment

Author Bio: Sara Whitestone is a writer, photographer, and teacher. In exchange for instruction in English, her international students introduce her to the mysteries of the world. Whitestone’s work has appeared in The Portland Review, The Piedmont Virginian, Literary Traveler, Summerset Review, North Carolina Literary Review, BootsnAll, Prime Number Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, and many others. Whitestone discovers writing through travel. Her current books-in-progress are a literary thriller set in Europe that is inspired by true events and a creative nonfiction work called Saudi Women: Keepers of Faith, Catalysts for Change.

Sarah, it is always a joy to read your words. They are a very special part of you that helps me to know this lady that has deep longings and secrets. May God give you new insights daily, and keep your pen in constant motion as you share these longings, musings, and your own very personal self with those of us who love you.